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My head hurts. I'm tired. I'm stressed and every muscle in my body has tensed up for no apparent reason. Yesterday, for the most part, sucked beyond the telling of it (with a few exceptions like dinner at Ikkyusan, a trip to the asian grocer just across the road from the restauraunt, dragon beard candy and gummy Damballa), which I guess explains it. The question is whether I want to risk worse migraine by going into work. The answer is no.
But of course, work ethic is causing me some problems. I'm not that ill. Mostly I just need a mental health day. Work sucks, the Frankenbox is fragged (though the noise is probably cat fur in the fan again), I've still got
vampadvocate peering around the edges of my journal and going on about how she'd talk to me but (what do you think is going to happen if you talk to me directly, out of curiosity?) and in general, just argh. I don't know what to do...
First thing we do ... call in. Screw this; not sacrificing my health for work ethic, mental or physical. Then I switch off the Frankenbox because I needed to take it apart anyway. Then back to bed for a bit.
But of course, work ethic is causing me some problems. I'm not that ill. Mostly I just need a mental health day. Work sucks, the Frankenbox is fragged (though the noise is probably cat fur in the fan again), I've still got
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First thing we do ... call in. Screw this; not sacrificing my health for work ethic, mental or physical. Then I switch off the Frankenbox because I needed to take it apart anyway. Then back to bed for a bit.